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this won't be the last time i sit with regret in my hands like stale bread choking down pieces of dreams i'm still hungry for raising my half empty glass of tears to toast the bitterness i feel now while i played silver line to your clouds i was becoming my own storm ready to rain down hail the size of frustration what happened to the master plan, the dream asthma inducing factories cooking for hotel families island in the sun for island of opportunity this was the trade off and i let you dow...

I've spent a lot of time with you my dear friend "If"..."If I ever get enough money..." "If I ever win the lotto..." "If only I had chosen this major instead of that..." "If only I hadn't moved back to Brooklyn when I graduated college..." "If only I could get a little time to myself to figure out just what I needed to do to be finally, blissfully happy..." Well, dear "If" I'm officially breaking up with you... I've found a new love in "When"... no longer will we spend long nights awake wonde...

so after three academic years of complaining about how much i dislike working for the nyc public school system i came to the realization that karma really is kicking me in the ass... i know i've asked myself repeatedly why the hell i continue to teach when it clearly drives me up the wall, to another box of hair dye and then to the salon to chop all my hair off - no, not like brittney spears -and i realized that the reason i'm stuck where i am stuck is because i hated school when i was younge...

so after three academic years of complaining about how much i dislike working for the nyc public school system i came to the realization that karma really is kicking me in the ass...i know i've asked myself repeatedly why the hell i continue to teach when it clearly drives me up the wall, to another box of hair dye and then to the salon to chop all my hair off - no, not like brittney spears -and i realized that the reason i'm stuck where i am stuck is because i hated school when i was younger...

I'm not entirely sure how the conversation started. I remember being in the kitchen with my mom...it's where you can usually find us...and we were discussing our family...alright so maybe we were gossiping a little bit...you know how it goes - "did you hear about what happened with this one?"; "did you know that one's pregnant?"...we do this often because we're always busy piecing bits of stories together - she talks to the "grown-ups" and i talk to the "kids"...i say it like this because i'm...